One day
You turn around
And it's Summer
Next day
You turn around
And it's Fall
And the Springs
And the Winters
Of a lifetime
Whatever happened,
To them all?
As a man who has
Always had
The wand'ring ways
Now I'm
Reaching back
For yesterday
Till a long forgotten
Love appears
And I find that
I'm sighing softly
As I near September
The warm September
Of my years...
As a man who has
Never paused
At wishing wells
Now I'm watching
Children's carousels
And their laughters'
Music to my ears
And I find that
I'm smiling gently
As I near September
The warm September
Of my years
The golden warm
September of my years